I Think Its Time to Go

Everything I touch turns to dust
Gone with a gentle gust
Nothing much
What's the fuss?
Outta luck
I don't ever think I had any
Enemies I have plenty
Most of which you'll never see
No one could ever meet
Leap
Try and reach
Cut their hands off and their feet
Now your soul belong to me
I'm the keeper of this inn
See that gleam
See that beam of light
Gone towards another flight
Outta sight
Outta mind
Outta time
Its done



Credits
Writer(s): Sam Miranda
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